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 Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 8:47 am
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(( Sorry! I've been working on an English project ><;;; Its finished now, though xP ))
Beast had looked behind him to make sure Benjamine was still following him. He continued down the tower, going past every room in the west wing. All the armour along the hall seemed to have their gaze follow the two as they walked past.
Beast felt the awkward silence and so did the candlestick he held. Lumière whispered, 'Why don't you say something...!'
The Beast looked back to Ben and gave a quiet sigh.
"You can go anywhere in the castle... Except the third room in the West Wing... This is, after all, your new home now."
The Beast continued on, glaring at the statues of gargoyles along the hall towards the east wing. They snarled but stayed in their places.
The halls were vacant, except the few statues and decorations that seemed alive. But any true life that once was at the castle seemed to be gone. The Beast's hooves clicked loudly and echoed throughout the castle. His tail swished behind him, back and forth. His back was covered in red feathers that faded to black, much like his hair.
They came to a room as Beast opened the door. A grand canopy bed was sitting beside a balcony. He looked to Benjamine for a moment before speaking. "I... hope you like it..."
'Invite him to dinner, why don't you!' Lumière whispered.
"You.. Will join me for dinner, then!" The Beast ordered. He turned to leave, his tail flailing back and forth.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:08 pm
[[ Is it not ironic that I also have an English project -as well as a Biology project- due? Posting tomorrow! ]]
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:12 am
The silence had gradually eaten the noise away before Benjamine could have sworn that there was another voice. A whisper. Looking around to the suits of metal, he couldn't find the source of the sound. He even looked behind himself to the ominous blackness behind him, but found no luck. It was then that the Beast began to speak again, making the small boy turn back around.
Still silent upon the grant of permission to search about, he was all too curious for his own good and slowly began looking around; fingering the dust that laid so heavily upon nearly everything, examining books and old wood carvings that were along the sides of the walls. . .
The small, pale figure gasped when he saw the grandoise room. It was nothing like his bed at home, which was much smaller. He nodded as he looked back up to the Beast.
It was then that he really looked at the monster's face. Long crimson locks that faded into obsidian, a large horn on his forehead, tan skin that covered his flesh . . but what captivated him the most were his eyes. Gold orbs flickered like a bright fire, and he couldn't help but to gaze into them longer. "It's . . . beautiful . . ." he said softly, it being quite the question if he were talking about the master's eyes or the bed itself.
As he turned to leave, Benjamine couldn't help but ask; his curiosity was much too strong. "What's in the West Wing?"
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:58 pm
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(( I'll be going on vacation for the next 2 weeks starting wednesday, so I'll either be über slow at posting or not post at all within those 2 weeks~ Just a heads up~! ))
The large lion-like Beast let a short-lived smiled tug at his lips, seeing the small expressions and hearing the gasp of amazement the boy let out. "I'm glad you like it..." He said gently, meeting the young man's gaze.
As the Beast had turned to take his leave, he heard a dreadful question. He bared his fangs and growled deep as he faced the boy. "It's forbidden!" He growled, his eyes dark and aggressive. His tail swung madly in all directions before he turned again. "You will join me for dinner! It's not a request!" He barked, moving on ahead. His hooves were loudly clopping down the hall, his tail still furiously swinging behind him.
"Give it time my liege~" Said the voice of a young Frenchwoman. The voice had come from a thin, hour-glass shaped wardrobe. It was heavily decorated in a baroque style. The arms of the wardrobe curved humanly, it stood on only two legs. What seemed to be a face printed on the top and main point of baroque decoration smiled lightly. "Give it time, Monsieur. He isn't all that bad." The armoire had said.
"Now… About that dinner; you need a little something to wear, no?" The arms of the wardrobe moved; paw-like hands wrapped around the handles of its doors, opening them. Everything inside was very aristocrat-esque; some very prince-like. Blouses and coats galore with trousers folded neatly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 7:29 pm
Scowling, he sat on the bed that had once mystified him. "What's his problem . . . " Benjamine muttered to himself
It was at that very moment that the wardrobe -- yes, the wardrobe -- began to speak to him; comfort him, assuring the young male that the Beast wasn't as bad as the wardrobe knew he thought he was. Well, the bottom line is that a piece of furniture began to speak to him, causing the young male to immediately back up and into the wall behind of him. Hissing in pain, he looked back up at the speaking wardrobe and once again returned to the wall, as if it would give him some sort of comfort.
Sadly, it did not.
“Y-you . . . .are speaking. How is this possible? My father could not even do this!” he exclaimed, looking at the baroque detailing of the cabinet as if it would tell him something.
“Well, I have to report to dinner, according to him? Rubbish! I refuse to--” he stopped, thinking about the situation. It would be wise to go, wouldn't it? After all, the man did give him his father back . . .no, preposterous! He gave him his father back for himself; a fair trade! That made him no better a person at all. Clearing his throat, he spoke once more.
“Like I said, I refuse to go!”
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